Wednesday January 9, 2008

Who is Going to Help Me Tomorrow?

Our grandchildren went home late this afternoon.

Earlier in the day, the boys wanted to Swiffer the floor.

Swiffer Sweepers are another fun thing for grandmas to keep on hand for busy little people.

When they were finished with the floor, they wanted to clean cupboards.  Ian centered on the stove.  He was fascinated by what happened with the sight of the wet marks on the stove in the sunlight.  He made it a project to try not to let any dry streaks show.

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I was in another room some of the time, and heard Jared call, “Help me, Grandma, my cloth is stuck on the light.”

“How did it get up there,” I asked. 

“I don’t know,” he replied. 

How could something like that happen when a three-year-old is cleaning cupboards?

When he got tired of that job, he wanted a cape so he could be some kind of superman.  I am waiting for the time he tries flying!

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It is so quiet tonight.

I have actually been sitting for more than fifteen minutes, and there is nobody needing to go to the bathroom, asking for a bath, wanting help with plastic canvas stitching, or begging for a snack.

But on the other hand, there is nobody saying, “Thank you, Grandma; I love you, Grandma; or goodnight, Grandma.”

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Grandchildren are the reward of old people…  Proverbs 17:6 ICB